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Monday, April 22, 2013

Just A Year

What a difference a year makes.

Last year at this time, I changed my eating and exercise
habits, did a juice cleanse, and lost almost fifteen pounds. I got rid of all my one-piece bathing suits,
and had all the energy in the world as I threw myself into some major home
redecorating projects. I felt good.

I went out on my birthday and a guy in line at the club I
was waiting to get into gaped openly when I told him how old I was turning that
night.

Yes. I went to a club
a year ago, and didn’t get thrown out for being too old, which has happened to
me since then.

This year I’m thinking that those jeans that used to fall
off me? Should probably go to the
giveaway pile, since they seem to be shrinking.
I’ve had a pain in my neck for four months, despite regular visits to
the chiropractor. And I skipped the gym
today. And last week. And it just so happens that the guy at the
bar I went into just this past weekend waved me right in as I stood in line
behind a few others he was harassing for proof of age. He didn’t even bother to make a show of
asking me for ID.

And I guess I just painted a picture of myself as a middle-aged
bar hag.

Whatever. Did you
know that Fig Newtons makes cookies? I
mean real ones, not the kind you used to eat at Grandmas. Yum.

Last year at this time I was marveling at all the grey hairs
on my head and decided to stop fighting them and let them grow. But they still bothered me.

But this year, not so much.
This year, my perspective is that these things are just things that happen. Life causes us to change. I'm older. I feel more settled.
I don’t hang onto the things that used to make me feel younger. I’ve let them go, just like my one-piece
bathing suits.

Which, jeez. Maybe I
should try to replace them, you know, because of all those cookies. Or maybe not.
After all, I’m not 80. Yet.

Thanks for the encouragement! I love how you described my new highlights as 'tinsel.' It's better than 'hag hair,' which is what I call it.

Ahhh. Fruit Thins. My new love. They are crunchy and sometimes you get a little chewy in there when you bite into the fruit. I love a perfect chocolate chip from the oven or a fresh Oreo as much as the next gal, but these are so skinny that I feel positively healthy when I eat one or four. Never mind the description on the front which boasts "natural flavor with other natural flavor." It's best not to think about that. Here's a link:

Thank you! As for the club fiasco, here it is. It's not pretty or funny, or very nice at all...

We were ushered into an upstairs roped off area in the bar when it was early and the club needed bodies to fill it. As the night wore on the bodies got younger and we were given free drink cards to fill in the downstairs area. When we got there, the bartenders refused our free drink cards, and when we tried to reclaim our position upstairs, they told us to leave.

I long since stopped worrying about my grey hairs (probably because I have a hard enough time just keeping hair on my head). I did the same thing as you. I changed my diet, started exercising, lost weight, felt great. Yet my back still hurt, my head was still bald, and I refuse to wear a Speedo.